I’m new to the whole pick people up in bars things, Spencer had mentioned which is a sudden relief on his end. Alcohol had been his liquor of courage until it wore it around midnight. And in the morning, Ianto felt that familiar feeling of awkwardness along with its friendly neighbour: embarrassment. However, he felt like he managed it well with his typical composure and a good cup of coffee to calm the nerves. “Guess that makes me feel a little better.” Ianto said before taking a big gulp of his coffee.
Ianto glanced a little, his cheeks burned, and his heart didn’t want to settle. “Oh.” The Welshman murmurs quietly, eyes darting back to his cup; pretending to inspect it in favour of not staring like an idiot. “Sure, I should get dressed too - can’t go out in my undies or this silly ol’ t shirt.”
Once Spencer had left ( with the sheet ), Ianto finished his coffee in a rush before going around tidying stuff up. He hates to think that his untidy flat could give a bad impression: “There.” Bed was tidy; it was just simply lacking the sheet, but that was fine. Then he used whatever time he had to tidy himself up.
Ianto shoves on some jeans, the tighter kind ( recommended by a certain other Jones that commented on his tush. ) and then pulls the t shirt over his head, added some deodorant: “god that’s cold.” to himself so he could at least smell decent and then he grabs whatever shirt he can find, puts it on and then grabs his jacket to complete the look.
preoccupied with the idea of taking a shower , spencer missed how ianto’s eyes were tempted to linger before they purposefully stared into his own cup of coffee. he grabbed his clothes before heading into the bathroom , knowing that they were going to be crinkled to all hell , and so he’s glad that he won’t have to see any of his teammates until after he’s gone back to america.
( not that they’d expect this from him , considering they , in some ways , still think of him as a little kid , but if they could see him in a wrinkled suit , they’d definitely be able to figure out what happened. ).
hearing the normal clatter that comes from someone cleaning up , spencer takes a bit longer in the shower than he normally would , trying to not read ianto’s behaviour from his chosen toilettes. after his shower , he wears his suit ( having gone straight to the bar from lecturing ... ) and winces as he takes in his fluffier than normal hair after towel drying it. he runs his hands through it , trying to calm it down , but it just fell flat in certain places and kept the poof in others.
exiting from the bathroom , he smiles when he sees ianto fully dressed and seemingly ready to go. ‘ do you have any recommendations ? i’ve only been here a few times , and i’ve mostly just eaten out of my hotel. ’
